Primal: Part One by Keith Thomas Walker Page A

could almost feel his dick as he penetrated her, spreading her walls to the point that it hurt.
    He was gentle with her, but he was demanding.  He needed all of her.  Monica began to squirm on the mattress as the sweet stroke of her fingers increased speed.  Her pulse steadily quickened.  Her mouth hung open.  Her teeth glistened in the slight lamplight that penetrated her window shades.
    The muscles in her thighs spasmed as her climax tore through her.  Jovan was so good, she had to clamp her free hand over her mouth to keep from moaning aloud when she came.  He continued to pound her box relentlessly as a flood of sensation rolled down her body, crashing into her clitoris with the force of a tsunami.  She bucked her hips, and her fingers moved faster.  More friction, hot and slick.  She planted her heels on the mattress, lifting her body towards him as her orgasm split in two, each one just as powerful and pleasing.
    She wasn’t sure how long it lasted.  When the electricity finally began to fade, and her ass sank back into the mattress, she felt totally depleted.  Her breaths were soft but ragged.  Her heartbeats were audible.  Sweat glistened between her breasts.  She squeezed her thighs closed over her hand and rolled slowly to her side.  The tide from the tsunami receded, making her feel like she was set adrift on a small canoe.  She was in a lazy river.  The flow was smooth and relaxing.
    Damn him .
    She felt like she needed another shower.
    Things would’ve been so much better if they had simply fucked tonight and gone their separate ways.  She didn’t want to have to think about Jovan again tomorrow…
     
    KEITH THOMAS WALKER
     
    Author’s note :  Thank you for reading my new book!  I hope you enjoyed the first installment of the Primal series.  Please continue reading the first two chapters of One on One …

 
    CHAPTER ONE
    THE RECRUITER
    (ONE ON ONE)
     
     
    “Girls?  I thought it was the boy’s team…”
    Marquis couldn’t hide his displeasure as he leaned back in the padded chair.  Across from him Phillip Kennedy, a recruiter for Overbrook Meadows school district, sat behind a large desk that was remarkably neat.  He shuffled through a few papers in a file folder he’d created for Marquis.  When he found the print-out he was looking for, his eyes narrowed as he read it.
    “Uh, no.  It’s definitely the girl’s team...”
    The recruiter was middle-aged.  He was tall and handsome, and he appeared to be in great shape.  He wasn’t what Marquis expected when he spoke to him on the phone earlier that week, but of course expectations change.  Marquis, for example, never expected to use his education degree for real-live teaching , but now he was glad that he had it.
    Even still, he shook his head.
    “What’s wrong?” Phillip asked him.  He was all smiles.
    “I don’t think I want to coach a girls’ team,” Marquis said honestly.  “I could’ve sworn you said it was the boys’ team.”
    “Honestly, I don’t think you asked,” Phillip stated, still smiling.  “But I could’ve been more specific.”
    Marquis thought back to the conversations he had with this gentleman and decided he might be right.  Phillip said there was a coaching position available for “Finley High’s varsity basketball team.”  Marquis mistakenly assumed it was for the boys.
    “This is already getting further away from what I want to do,” he revealed with a sigh.
    “I understand,” Phillip said.  “You want to coach football.”
    “I think I’d be better at it.”
    “But we don’t have any openings right now, and you agreed to coach basketball ,” Phillip reminded him.
    “Yes, but I thought–”
    “What do you have against coaching the girls?” the recruiter asked with a smirk.
    Marquis frowned.  Technically this meeting was part of his job interview, so he didn’t want to sound too negative.  But he couldn’t think of a way to answer that question without